In the car, gone were the lights. Silently in his whirl of thoughts, he counted the passing street lamps as if each were burning courage for him.
He knew. It was time.
Gradually, he reaches his hand over to let it gently fall on hers and in a swift move, their hands met. All coldness was overwhelmed by the abundant warmth she so lacked.
She looks up at him and without a word, their silent pack was made.
A connection, a union..with the surrounding commotion fading into oblivion...after all those rides..
